The Girl in the Box

Had the thing hit him too hard? Was he hearing things? But even as he listened, the sound became sharper. Louder. It was coming from one of the cases that had been knocked down. It had been locked, but the machine’s thrashing had torn the locks wide open at some point.

Curious and unable to stop himself, Richard crept closer. The case - more of a crate - was big. Bigger than him, in fact. Taking hold of the lid, ignoring the locks the machine had shattered, Richard threw it open!

There was a woman curled up on the crate. She was red-headed, with curly hair. Her skin was pale, freckles marking her face and cheeks.

And she wore a choker. It was an intricate choker, and upon the choker, there was a gem the likes of which he had never seen before. It was brilliant, burning with an eerie inner light that seemed to mock the very concept of other gems. As if this was all that was real, all that mattered.

He wanted to reach out and touch it. It sparkled and danced like a living thing.

But he pulled his gaze away because there was one other factor of importance.

The woman was naked.

She was totally bare, not even having been afforded the dignity of underwear. Her arms were locked behind her back with a leather binder. Metal cuffs had been placed on each ankle, a bar used to spread her legs. There was a machine under her; a metal sheet with a depression that just fit her body. Lights and settings ran along one side, which was raised so it could be accessed while she lay in place.

The machine included a set of dildos, one for her ass and one for her pussy - which was shaved bald, he could not help but notice - and they were inflating and deflating rhythmically. Fucking her and teasing her. A tiny set of arms also extended from the machine, each one tipped with an electrical pad which was sparking just slightly. The sparks showered down against her raised nipples, making her jump and squirm. Her face was red, and she was gagged and wearing a pair of black goggles. He doubted she could see anything at all.

Richard felt his cock stirring. The sight was so surprising, so arousing. His eyes fell to her pussy, the dildos pumped, filling her up until she was squirming and moaning. Her legs were shaking, a small puddle of arousal had formed under her womanhood. Her clit was pink and engorged.

How long had she been like this? The whole trip?

How long had it been since he’d had time with a woman? And she was cute too! He’d always had a thing for redheads…

Her skin felt hot and clammy against his fingers. A shudder ran through her body when she first felt his touch. It made her look so much sexier. With the black goggles on, she had no way to tell who was touching her or how far it would go.

His eyes fell, focusing on the dildos which throbbed inside of her, the machine pumping and deflating them as she squealed through her gag. A spasm passed through her body, a delicious little shudder that betrayed the presence of a climax.

She’d cum.

She’d cum right in front of him and he didn’t even know it.

His cock was hard. He was breathing fast.

As if in response, the pads pressed over her nipples began to roll with new power. Fat little sparks of electricity earthed themselves in her tits and her spine arched, a low, loose cry tearing its way through her gag.

Richard moved. His fingers fumbled at her gag, undoing the leather around the bag of her head. As it fell loose, her breathing became harder and more ragged. Her moans were soft, **** and animal-like. The cries of someone who had been like this for hours. She didn’t even speak, just lay gasping and shuddering, her lower body grinding itself against the toys.

The goggles went next. These put up more of a fight. They’d been secured around her head, but Richard fished in his pockets for a screwdriver, forcing them loose enough until he was finally able to lift them up.

The woman blinked. Her eyes were a deep, vivid green. Like sparkling emeralds. They were also wide and unfocused. But as soon as the flickering half-light of the cargo bay hit them, she seemed to start to snap out of whatever trance she was in.

“Ah-” The first sound she made was a low moan. Her body wiggled, her hands still pinned behind her back.

“You’re not my master.”

He wasn’t prepared for her accent. It was heavy, tinged with an industrial drawl. Like the accent of a working woman. But her body didn’t seem like that of a working girl. She was slender, and fit, but not overly muscular. With long-toned legs and arms.

He realised he was resting his eyes too much on her and jerked back to her face.

“I’m Richard,” he said. “Richard Gearheart. At your service. And it looks like you do need it a lot. You said that you had a master?”

“D-did I?” Her face looked quizzical. “I don’t much remember. Can you get me out of this?”

Time was running out. He had been low on it already when he arrived in the cargo hold. The fight with the automaton had cost more. He knew that he had to be out of here and soon.

But still…

“I’ll see what I can do.”

He bent over her, working with the screwdriver. Trying to ignore the proximity of her naked body. She gritted her teeth, obviously trying not to moan, but the machine continued to fuck her, little trembles of pleasure raced up and down her body. When the shock pads blasted her nipples, she would cry out, her eyes pressing closed, moaning curses as her senses were overloaded.

It was all so hard to take, and his cock strained against the inside of his pants. But though Richard would - just - admit in his heart of hearts that maybe there were those people who might call him a bad person for good reason, this was way too far for him.

“I’ll get you out of this,” he repeated to himself. The device was complex. His screwdriver fit it, but he was starting to realise it would take hours, maybe days to undo all of these things!

The chains were bolted down, wrapped about her body and holding her in place. She didn’t have an inch of movement, her arms were bound behind her back. Each layer reinforced by three other layers of security.

“Someone didn’t want you getting away,” Richard said. “Do you know who that might be?”

“I can’t say,” the woman answered.

“You mean you’re keeping it secret?” He shot her a look. “Loyalty is good and all. But when someone shuts you in a box like this, it may be time to talk, lady.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she rolled her eyes. “I can’t say. I can’t seem to be able to say their name. I - ah!- I’m trying right now and I can’t.”

“Damn. Still, can’t say I’m surprised. With all the money that these guys have, I’m sure it’s easy to think that they’re owed anything they want. You remember how you got this way?”

She shook her head.

“You remember your name?”

“Kara.”

“Just Kara?”

“It’s all I remember. All I’m allowed to remember, I think.”

“This isn’t what I expected to run into when I got here,” Richard said. “Perfect timing too! Just the best!”

“I’ll try to be found at a more appropriate point next time,” Kara snorted. “Can you get me out or not?”

“I’m working on it! This ain’t exactly easy, you know!”

Kara tried to answer, but her body spasmed, another orgasm rippled through her. Her gasping, lustful moans made the hair on his neck stand up. Shudders ran through her, and his eyes moved to her pussy. She was grinding hard against the toy, fucking herself with it as the orgasm rose through her.

You’re not making this very easy either, lady! Richard cursed, throwing himself into the work as a distraction.

After five minutes, he had made no progress.

After ten, he was only a little bit better.

At fifteen, Kara seemed to get impatient.

“Are you even doing anything?”

“Hey, you want to try this? Whoever put this thing together was good! It’s soldered! I’m trying to pick at the edges, but the thing is solid!”

“Yes!”

“What?”

“I said - oh fuck - I said yes! I can do better! Give me the screwdriver!”

“Lady, you don’t have any arms right now! I don’t know how you intend to hold it!”

“Who needs arms? I have a mouth, don’t I?”

“You cannot be serious.”

“Put. It. In. My. Mouth.”

Richard shrugged. Dealing with clearly insane women was not how he’d imagined his day was going to go, so he did as he was asked. He held out the screwdriver to her and Kara opened her mouth, using her tongue to guide it between her lips. Her teeth closed around it.

Richard tried not to imagine how nice it would feel to have that tongue wrap around his cock the same way.

As soon as she had the tool, Kara began to move, wriggling back and forth in her bonds as she twisted to get a good ankle on the fabric binding her arms. It was hard leather, but he could see she was already working at the metal frame. Hoping to pry it loose? He didn’t know.

Slowly, Richard rose to his feet, dusting off his coat. It was an effort to tear his view away from Kara. The naked motions of her body were mesmerising.

But he had a job to do and nearly no time now to do it.

“I’ve got to go,” he said. “I have to give this pendant to the guy who ordered it. Getting caught with it on me now would not be good. For either of us, actually.”

She didn’t even look around, fully intent on her work. Her copper-red hair flying about her as she picked at the machine.

“I’ll be back later,” Richard started to back towards the door. “Don’t get caught! Then again, you’re probably technically cargo. It’s me who shouldn’t get caught.”

Kara didn’t even give him a word. He admired her for a few more seconds before turning and running for the door. The party would nearly be done now, but it would be good for him to be seen there if he could be.

That way, it’d be harder to pin him as missing during the robbery. The pendant burned a hole in his pocket, but the mystery of the girl in the box filled his mind.